Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,356 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Skin & Blister(For Miss S) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

We grin & grimace
dropp candle wax onto our fingertips

as the storm
rattles our window pane

angry that we won’t let it in.

All night
it rages

toppling chimney
pots with a crash

smashing slates
it strips from rooftops

as we safe
giggle & peel off

our waxen

hold them
(tiny whirlpools)
in our palms

those whorls
of self

unique to each.

I wearing my sister’s

she... wearing mine.


SKIN & BLISTER is Cockney rhyming slang for sister. We were so close we could have worn each other fingerprints and as a little boy I was delighted to do so. I was her and me was she. This I guess is something we did to amuse ourselves before...telly arrived.



Mum expecting sister
lets me listen

to her

I put my finger on
(just where you are)

& you kick it
(pause) ...kick it!


Now you stare
up at me

Blind as anything
clinging on to
my little finger

for dear life

& come up
with it

Such a grip!

Such a neat trick!

I put you
‘gainst my shoulder


“There, there…pet! ”
& you burp
all down my back.


I even get to change
your nappy!

You bicycle
in mid air

& just when
it’s on


wee wee yet again
& gurgle.

We laugh
sister & brother.

Comments about Skin & Blister(For Miss S) by Dónall Dempsey

  • (6/14/2008 12:46:00 PM)

    What a beautiful, joyful memory of her...to be treasured forever...Thanks for the Memories, my pal! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 12, 2008

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